Peregrina II

Why, my love, do I think of you

all of a sudden, with a thousand tears,

and cannot be content at all,

and wish my heart could stretch in every direction?

Ah, yesterday in the bright nursery,

by the dainty glimmer of festive candles,

when I forgot myself amid the noise and foolery,

you came, o image of compassionate agony;

it was your ghost who sat at table -

like strangers we sat with silent, repressed sorrow;

at last I broke into loud sobs,

and hand in hand we left the house.